Twisted Mumbles Poetryby jeseca Lowell

My life started what seems like yesterday.It could have gone another waybut my youth was horribly murdered.I was forced to rebirth myself.I feel like I have no connection to the girl I used to be.She should be the one sitting here, in this skin.I should have never been created.Certain parts of her remainlike her smile briefly on a warm sunny dayand her laughter when I splash through a puddle.Her memories still linger inside this head.Her scars still sting fresh on this skinbut she is not here.I searched for her for a long time.All I found was an empty reflection of us in a mirror.I push myself to prove to her, to me that I'm still here,that she didn't die for nothing.I will make her dreams come true.Maybe then she'll come back for more then a moment.